CALL TO SERVICE

Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 99, 29 April 1939, Page 12 (Supplement)

CALL TO SERVICE

Seaforthi In New Zealand Pibroch o' Pnr.ull T)tihh. F'lbrnrh r>' Pnnull, Wrtkn thy wllrl voire anew, miinrnon Clan C'oniill : Cant your plaid*. <lrnw your blnili-n, forward ruch mIIII wt, I'lhrocta o' Donull Duhh, knrpl for the onset. Will alt Soaforth Highlanders who oan In any way the authorities do so In this time of national anxipty by helping their adopted country to the beat of their ability't Men of oxperiont'o aro wanted, anil thoir help will bo gladly accepted by the military authorities. Some of you were specialists. If veterans 1 ilen the Seaforths com* forward it, will release the young men for m n'J*i-T o^ v ®. work ,nd training. If you will kindly let me know what units you can help or join, and lend me your ad-

dresses so as to bp able to report to Our Regiment what the lads of the "Caber Feidh" did for New' Zealand. — Arthur S. Harrison-Lee, Captain, New Zealand representative, the Seaforth Highlanders' Regimental Association, 20, Tainui Road, Devonport, N. 1., Auckland. Any south of Auckland are asked to communicate with, Mr. S. M. Thomson, ( 000, Milson Line, Palmerston North. ■ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ MACS REVENGE The Frenchman's Lou Mac and Bill had spent the evening . at an estaminet and were, as a naval I radio commentator at the Coronation i Review said, "All lit up." Each had a ■ pay-book liberally marked with red ink,

and, funds not being too good, were anxious to get to camp in time to avoid further monetary losses. Neither, however, had a watch and the only man in sight on the cobbled road was a French soldier in hie horizon-blue uniform. Sailing up to him Mac asked him the time, only to be met by a long stare, ending in an expansive smile. "What's the blanky time, Froggy?" insisted Mac, with his cobber chipping in as well. More grinning by the Frenchman and a repetition of "Non comprenez." Mae kept on trying, but finally got fed up and burst out: "All right, you won't tell me the time. Well, I know where there's a nice pond full of fat frogs, and I won't veil you!" And off the twain staggered, Mac qtlite satisfied that he had got his own ba«k. F.C.D.